Chapter 182: I Have To Do This To Save You

Tristan stood outside on the terrace, his eyes gazing far out into space. The moon was full on this night, illuminated high up in the sky, he remembered that night, the moon had been full on that night too, the first night he’d shared with Celine, moments he could never forget.

Unlike his usual indifference, his expression showed an emotion, something that seemed like fear and uncertainty.

Tristan shut his eyes and drew in a breath, he knew he couldn’t delay anymore, the doctor had said the drug would traumatize her system, it could do a sort of damage to her body if she wasn’t relieved of the drugs effects, and the only way to relieve her of it would be to…

Tristan clenched his jaw, damn his bastard cousin Ryan! If anything were to happen to her, anything at all, he didn’t know what he would do to that man.

He entered the room, his steps measured. Celine appeared to be under the drug’s strong influence, her rational thinking clouded. It was surprising she’d even recognized him earlier.

Tristan stood watching her, she was evidently in tight discomfort, the wind was gently blowing in from the open terrace, however today wasn’t too cold and biting.

The room was completely silent except for the moaning sounds that escaped her lips, if one listened closely, one would hear she was uttering a name inaudibly. He approached the bed, lightly sitting on the edge, that was when he clearly heard the name she was uttering,

“… Tristan.”

His brows drew together, and he felt a tightening clench in his chest, Tristan raised his hands and caressed her cheeks, as he spoke in a deep hoarse voice, “Does it hurt? Don’t worry, I’ll help you get rid of the pain.”

A light sweet scent lingered in the air, hearing his voice speak she slowly opened her earlier tightly shut eyes to stare at him, her blue eyes were wide moistened with tears, she seemed to be staring at him or beyond him but it was the effect of the drug. She didn’t know what she was doing at the moment or what was going on, her cheeks were deeply flushed a bright red, making her face look all the more alluring. Tristan looked away from her face.

He got up from the bed and strode away into the bathroom, soon the sound of running water filled the room. After some minutes Tristan emerged from the bathroom, his hair was partially dried, while his chest was bare showing the perfectly toned muscles, only wearing a pant hanging low on his waist. Since this wasn’t his room, he didn’t have any set of clothes to change into.

He once again returned to the bed, touching her cheeks once more, her skin burned in contrast to his own cold hands, he knew he could no longer delay this anymore, otherwise her health would be further put at risk.

No longer wanting to continue wasting time Tristan slowly untied the handkerchief from her hand which he had used to keep her there earlier, he picked her up by the shoulders, pulling her towards him, lowering his head slightly he caught her lips in his own, his kiss straightforwardly diving deeply.

She wrapped her arms around him hungrily responding to the kiss, making a searing heat engulf him once again, however, somewhere within he felt guilty.

Guilty that he was doing this without her consent while she was under the influence of a drug, he didn’t want to take advantage of her, if he was going to ever have her again, he would want it to be with her full consent.

Tristan slowly pulled away from the kiss, something in him still feeling hesitant. He wanted her, his whole body burned for her, however, he knew how addictive having her had been, it was something he would never want to quit.

He gently gazed silently at her face, his hands caressing her hair he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I have to do this to save you from the aphrodisiac.”

He drew her towards him, his arms snaking behind her, he slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress, as it slowly unwound from her body, falling off her shoulders since Ryan had already torn a portion of the dress.

Tristan hesitated to pull her away, because he knew if he did, he would be opened to the sight of her completely. However, taking a deep breath he slowly pulled her away, along with that, lowering the fabric ever so slowly, his eyes greedily took in the sight of her, making his cock harden, he bit back a curse.

Every inch of her skin was pale as if she had been bathed in milk, her breasts were round and full, the enticing points of her nipples erect, it took all his willpower to not take a second glance at her body after the first, certainly he might explode with desire if he did.

The dress slipped off the rest of her body, landing somewhere else in the room a while after.

Celine felt like she had been plunged into boiling water, her body ached with need…she couldn’t think, not with how much she wanted someone to…no, not just anyone, it was this man whose scent was close to her. Somehow, she could feel safe with him even though her mind registered nothing at this moment, she wanted him to touch her.

With a light trickling trace she felt a hand roam over her body, and the ache in her only intensified causing her to clench her knees as she arched her back craving for more of that touch.

A hot breath fanned her neck like a gentle caress, before pleasure and slight pain skidded down her spine as soft lips placed gentle bites down her neck.

The lips slowly trailed downwards, following below her collarbones, stopping right above her breasts, a needy moan escaped her lips, she wanted more, her arms came up to hold down whatever was giving her this teasing sense of pleasure but her hands were immediately pressed by either side of her head.

Her breathing got even quicker as she arched her back, a sighing breath escaped her lips as a soft sensation covered her breast, teasing, licking, softly biting, then it left, trailing over to the other side, his mouth teasing in a sensual manner eliciting drawled moans from her.

Though she was In a semi-conscious state at the moment, her mouth still called out a name, “Tristan…” In a soft moaning sound.

She heard a sharp grunt of frustration from a familiar voice, but her mind couldn’t focus on it, drifting over to the tickling feeling all over her body. She wanted to move closer to the source of her pleasure but her hands were held, not too tight yet securely to keep her in place.

The large hands roamed over her body, following each curve leaving a tingling sensation in it’s wake, he cupped her breast lightly playing with her nipples eliciting another moan from her lips as she arched further.

His hands travelled downwards, parting her legs fluidly, she gasped, a throbbing ache filling her.

At first it was teasing, a light exploration, before his fingers fluidly scaled through, pushing inside her. Her toes curled into the sheets.

It felt as if fire had penetrated her walls, it was hot, so scalding hot at the same time sweet in a way that couldn’t be described. Her hips arched upwards, chasing the slow, somewhat rhythmic movements of those fingers but when the pace slowly picked up, she couldn’t keep up any longer.

When she moaned, hot lips sealed her own, a kiss she never wanted to end.

Her moans became louder by the second, pleasure built up within her like a pyramid until she could hardly breathe, like a billowing wave she was suddenly flooded by a feeling of ecstasy, it all came swiftly, like electricity, her body shivered and convulsed against him and all of a sudden, a tight knot within her seemed to snap and relief like a rush of cold water against burning sand poured into her.

Immediately she came, Tristan stood up as if he had been scorched, he created some distance between them, gritting his teeth as he muttered a low curse, his self control had just been on the verge of losing, when she shivered against him, his body had awakened with an uncontrollably burning flame, it took a lot of willpower to pull himself away from her.

But at least now he had given her relief, he didn’t want to disrespect her by sleeping with her against her free will, so he’d helped her with his hands.

Tristan didn’t turn around to look at her and quickly went into the bathroom, he stood under the shower, his upper body visible behind the clear glass shutting his eyes to get the images out of his head.

He didn’t know how long he’d stayed under the bitingly chilly water, but he finally emerged after he could calm his body to some extent.

He dried himself then went out of the bathroom, he’d wrapped her up under the sheer white sheets, but he could still make out the sensual curves of her body through that. He suddenly felt all his painstakingly cold shower go to waste In a single moment.

Regardless, he choicelessly strode over to her on the bed lightly touching her forehead to feel her temperature, the doctor had said if the drug’s effect completely flushed out of her, her temperature would return to normal.

Tristan frowned feeling the warmth from her skin, it seemed she hadn’t been completely relieved yet because the minute she felt his hand come in contact, she let out a small moaning sound.

He sighed, it seemed he’d have to do it again for her to be fully relieved.

Though he wasn’t actually doing it physically, it was nothing short of torture for himself.

Once again, Tristan teased, caressed, touched, until he brought her to round after round of ecstasy, only then did she fully find relief.

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